Long Game 3: Blackwater Village

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Three spiked are down their fate is due

There's one we think or maybe two

Left in this game whose limbs we(')ll hew

The first we hung on vague surmise

Defend yourself to all we kried

But he delayed and so he died

The nekst burned lead he thought it wise

Until one day to his surprise

He ran from us and then he died

[the rest will be edited here later]

I'm leaving it exactly as is. Any changes I make for clarification will be in parentheses.

This gets easier to read as I go.

Potato

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Not Sure if I'm Supposed to do this, But I'm Soothing ******, Because s/he's Voting For Mabi. Gamma Ordered me to Do So.

 

So the Votes Currently are

(2)Mabi - Maw, Chid and Wark (I'm soothing one of them)

(4)Wark - Dane, Me, Meta and Gamma

[el_warko he/him]

Well that's that then.

 

I could be wrong about my many surmisings, in fact it is likely.  I maintain that I tried to use reason as opposed to he's suspicious get him. I hope that you will think on the accusations I have cast.  Make Raubber and Lents talk  You have the medieval technology.  Now without further ado.  

 

The Last Will and Testament of Wark:

 

Ye ou;num'bah They.  Think carefully on acc'use'a'tions thaht are cast, pun'ish soi'lance.

 

Oi leve me 'ouse'ta Mabi 'an me ex'ten'sive butt'er'fly colluc;shun to Chidden.  Joe, spoiked ur noht iffin yeh moight try'ta con'vince Baldrick to return to tha gurls, Oi'd appresh'i'at'it.

 

Oi'm aff ta feed tha dog.  Oi'll be bahck.  Wood'nt wanh'ta be late fur me own 'angin'

 

Wark goes and feeds Baldrick and cries into his coat for some minutes.

 

"Waht litt'il 'appiness Oi've 'ad tha last fehw yars yiv giv'n moi.  It's behn mahr than Oi deserve.  Thank yeh."

 

Wark ties Baldrick up.  He cannot bear the thought of Baldrick witnessing his own death and makes his way to the Gallows singing.

 

"Yer brutha bort me sil'va an' yeh sis'ta warmed meh soul,

but now Oi'll laff o'so 'ard see yeh swing'in frum'tha gallows pole"

 

Wark ascends the gallows, places the noose around his neck and waits.

 

Edit: Oh and one last thing people.  What possible purpose does soothing Mabi accomplish when Gamut can push the vote towards me?  If I'm a spiked soother I can buy myself until dawn tops when one of the slightly more, shall we say aggressive roles can take me out?

 

The Doctor, I trust the band knows Gallows Pole.

Edited March 28, 2014 by el_warko

[Peng the Just he/him]

Night 7

 

Wark goes and feeds Baldrick and cries into his coat for some minutes.

 

"Waht litt'il 'appiness Oi've 'ad tha last fehw yars yiv giv'n moi.  It's behn mahr than Oi deserve.  Thank yeh."

 

Wark ties Baldrick up.  He cannot bear the thought of Baldrick witnessing his own death and makes his way to the Gallows singing.

 

"Yer brutha bort me sil'va an' yeh sis'ta warmed meh soul,

but now Oi'll laff o'so 'ard see yeh swing'in frum'tha gallows pole"

 

Wark ascends the gallows, places the noose around his neck and waits.

 

the villagers came up, murmuring among themselves. No one seems to be the one to actually pull the lever and kill him. Finally, Gamut steps forward and grimly pulls the lever

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Wark was a regular villager

 

the votes:

wark(4)-joe, meta, gamut, dane

mabi(2)chid, wark, maw

no vote(4)-selvar, lents, raubber, mabi

 

night 7 begins now and will end in around 48(yes,48 again) hours

note: i used wark's post as core of the write up, because i thought it was beautifully tragic. hope you don't mind.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

I've been going through all the Posts looking for White Words, It's Surprising who uses them.

 

Potato? Really? What does that even Mean?

 

Peng, Can you Use the Last post as the Official Right up? It's Great.

 

EDIT: Ninja'd by the Right Up

Edited March 28, 2014 by The Only Joe

[Metacognition he/him]

Meta walked away from the noose feeling numb. 

 

"You lied to me fairy. You said he was bad and he wasn't. He was turning his life around and you stopped it. I'll never trust you again..."

 

Meta swatted at something over his shoulder. Then he growled and then swung at nothing in front of him. 

 

"Stand still, you glowing wasp! No fair dodging to that side! You know that arm is broken!"

 

Meta made his way back home within a flurry of one-armed punches and swats, all the while grumbling about lying, two-bit, no-good fairies. 

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Sounds like Meta is being tormented by a Deceptionspren....

And, yeah.... apologies, Wark. Hey, you even called yourself a Red-shirt at one point. You knew what you were getting into.

It is literally impossible for the remaining Spiked to win, though, if you do the logistics. Want to just give yourself up now and let us get ready for the next game?

[el_warko he/him]

Oh, it'a ahl foine'an good sayin' sorrah now thaht Oi'm dehd!  Sorrah won' bring moi bahck'ta loife ya no.

 

At least'll gaht'a see me bouys.  

 

Oh wait, Oi reckognis'ye! What'yeh ahl doin' 'ere?

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

"Spiked or not, try to Return Baldrick to the Girls, I don't even know where his Girls are! Come on Boy, Point to them"

 

Baldrick just looks at Joe Gloomily.

 

"Why Am I even Talking to you? You can't lead me to them. This whole Idea Was Dumb. Oy! Wark Ghost, Come Direct me!"

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gamut stood alone in the mists, the village was dark and empty, the streets were silent. He was waiting for something. For someone.
He knew they were out there, just waiting for him. Watching him.

"This is my city!" Gamut exclaimed to the mists around him. "You shall not kill them anymore!" He spread his arms wide and looked wildly all around him. "I know you're there, listening. Just know this. If you strike me down now, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine! For what is dead may never die! But rises again, stronger and harder!"

Gamut then downed all 3 vials of Iron he had on him. It just might be enough for the night. That much Iron used to be able to last him weeks, but these last few days in the village he had been flaring his Iron nonstop, and he noticed he was starting to burn through it at a faster and faster rate. But it was worth the cost. He could now almost actually detect other people just by the trace amounts of Iron in their blood.

Gamut wasn't sure how healthy it was, constantly burning metals like that, he had heard some rumors of a thing called Savants with their metals, but he knew there had to be come price to pay. Some sort of toll on the body. But he didn't care. He would do whatever it took to protect the rest of the villagers. Even if it cost him his life.
 

Edited March 29, 2014 by Gamma Fiend

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Joe sighed in Satisfaction, and put down the massive Tome. It had taken forever and a Day to read that, but it was Worth it. He knew so much more. He smiled, he needed to get back home one of these days, and test out this new Knowledge.

 

I Finished Words of Radiance, Finally. Most of my Theroies have been disproven though.

[SirVarrock he/him]

I think I accidentally downvoted Joe's post, but I'm not sure.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Let's all Assume he did, and Upvote both of us a hundred times Each. ;~)

 

EDIT: Hey! I'm an Obligator!

Edited March 29, 2014 by The Only Joe

[SirVarrock he/him]

So... uh..., village, hows it going? Did everyone go to a party and leave me behind? Hey! You forgot Wark's chicken feet! I'll bring them when I crash the party.

 

Nothing much seems to be happening, could the night perhaps end a little earlier if everyone has their orders in, and if it doesn't liven up?

 

Edit: I'm a Grand!  How Grand.

Edited March 29, 2014 by SirVarrock

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

So Sir Selvar, the Nobleman. As one of The Lord Ruler's Obligators. I demand that you Serve me some of these, Chicken Feet. I have not heard of them.

 

Did Scadrial have Chicken? and We should end the Night.

 

EDIT: oh, SirVarrock isn't a Nobleman any more. My post makes no sense now.

Edited March 29, 2014 by The Only Joe

[SirVarrock he/him]

I'm no longer a nobleman, your upvote elevated me to Grand.  Unfortunately I've forgotten where the title comes from, but it sounds as if it would outrank Obligator.  As for Scadrial and chicken, Brandon has said multiple times that Scadrial is supposed to be an earth analogue.  If it exists on earth, it should also exist on Scadrial.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

The Grands were a Race that lived on Sel, Like the Jindo's or Dula's.

 

They Were Extremely Corrupt, Getting jobs based on who spent the most Bribe Money. As an Idrian Monk, I'm above such Things.

[SirVarrock he/him]

Ah, corrupt. I like it. I guess I need to reread Elantris now, if I'm forgetting all this.

[Edgedancer he/him]

They´re from The emperor´s soul and given the books length we don´t get to meet very many of them.

[SirVarrock he/him]

You know I'm falling behind when...

 

I should reread all of his books soon, but my current priority is WoK, and WoR to a lesser extent, to give me ideas for my game. Unless Brandon sends me White Sand. Then I'll drop everything and read that.

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gamut jumped down into the Town Square in front of the now abandoned inn, a large shadow descending from the mists itself. He quickly fished a letter out of his pocket and tacked it up on the front of the building before vanishing back into the mists just as fast. He still had important work to do tonight.

The note that was posted on Lurcher's Inn read:

I'll address this letter to my “old nemesis”, as I have no idea what name you're using currently. Have you given up on the Mistborn, now that your fellow Spiked are dead? Or do you still hide behind the name of your old master? I am told that with your current title you've taken a name that references what you presume to be the source of your powers. This is, I suspect, a little like a skunk naming itself for its stench.
-Final Page from Gamut's journal, ripped out before it was stolen. The rest is faded and illegible.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

This is the final translated version of the rune type things. (Cirth):

Three spiked are down their fate is due

There's one we think or maybe two

Left in this game whose limbs we(')ll hew

The first we hung on vague surmise

Defend yourself to all we kried

But he delayed and so he died

The nekst burned lead he thought it wise

Until one day to his surprise

He ran from us and then he died

The third was sudden shot at night

Misstep he did to our delight

His blade he lost and then his life

Our lukk thus far has been sustained

This night we hope will be their bane

The heap of dead one more to gain.

I'm leaving it exactly as is. Any changes I make for clarification will be in parentheses.

Edited March 29, 2014 by Mailliw73

[SirVarrock he/him]

Could we just get the writeup a little early? The town seems dead (both literally and figuratively,) and I'm sure a good lynching would do the trick. I don't think the next day or night (if the game isn't over by then) would need to be as long.

[Peng the Just he/him]

Day 7

Raubber wandered the graveyard. It was filling far too quickly these days, but it felt like they were close to ending the violence. He noticed a boxing on the ground and bent to pick it up, but it was stuck there. Almost like it had the weight of a whole person on it. Raubber looked up just to see the coins coming down.

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Dane laid comfortably in his bed. It wAs one of his finer possessions. He felt like a soft bed helped him get into character as a nobleman. He sighed contentedly. The door creaked open nd a figure came rushing at Dane. The figure ran a dagger into Danes chest. Then turned and ran.
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http://coppermind.ne...Surge-glyph.svg is everywhere. 

~http://coppermind.ne...ge4_Tattoos.svg
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Rubber was a thug
Dane took damage, but did not die

Edited March 30, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

So, can we assume that Dane is the Bloodmaker? And why did the Coinshot attack Raubber twice? Is gamma ordering these hits?